Burn your christ inside
You'll never see the light
Your brainwashed eyes behold
The things you thought you saw
For
a moment I reached inside
I could tell your life's a prayer
For a moment I reached inside
I could tell you were afraid
But
your mind is gone for nothing
Inside your head is turning to a cabbage
Faith is just a curse
Unless it's build on
trust
But how to trust a man
Who never show his face
For a moment I reached inside
I could tell your life's a
prayer
For a moment I reached inside
I could tell you were afraid
But your mind is gone for nothing
Inside your head is
turning to a cabbage
Your mind is gone for nothing
Inside your head is turning to a cabbage
The holy cross is made
To
those without a string
Like the puppets without a soul
You're an easy target to pull
For a moment I reached inside
I could
tell your life's a prayer
For a moment I reached inside
I could tell you were afraid
But your mind is gone for
nothing
Inside your head is turning to a cabbage
Your mind is gone for nothing
Inside your head is turning to a
cabbage
Turning to a cabbage
Turning to a cabbage
Turning to a cabbage
Turning to a cabbage
Turning to a
cabbage